Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

When it was Nytil's turn, she didn't even need Eve to call her; she stepped out of her seat on her own.

Unlike Cyrus, Nitil did not feign composure, nor did she try to reason with Elwin.

She simply stood there quietly, meeting Ron's gaze.

In the audience, Wayne's fingers unconsciously tightened around the armrest.

Eileen's voice was low, tinged with curiosity:

"Senior Wayne, I heard that Station Master Nytil and Archmage Ron had some 'conflicts'?"

"Yes, she once tried to give Ron a hard time."

Wayne spoke:
"At that time, Nytil was at the height of her power."

Almost no one at the entire observatory could rival her.

"She needs a victory."

"A victory that crushes upstarts in front of everyone to solidify one's position."

Eileen held her breath: "And then?"

Wayne shook his head:
"Then...she realized she was wrong."

"Big mistake."

Center of the field.

Nitil's mind involuntarily conjured up the scene of that "sparring" decades ago.

At that time, I confidently unfolded my ethereal form.

He thought he could show this inexperienced young man what it meant to be "vast and imposing".

The results of it?
The opponent's nascent ethereal form hovered there silently, like an insurmountable abyss, swallowing up all her attacks.

In the end, she could only end the matter hastily with the excuse of "stopping at that point".

That was the greatest humiliation of her life.

Despite being a whole major level higher than himself, he was unable to suppress a junior who had just advanced to the Dark Sun level.

Today's "virtual collision" might be a repeat of that one.

With that thought, Nitil ended her reverie and summoned her ethereal form.

A crimson figure slowly emerged from behind her.

It depicts a woman dressed in elaborate attire.

He wore a crown inlaid with rubies, held a scepter burning with flames, and was surrounded by scorching flames.

The queen's face was proud and aloof, her eyes burning with the same flame as Nydiel's.

Among the Grand Wizard's ethereal remains, the Queen of Hearts may not be considered top-tier, but she is certainly not weak either.

Ron looked at Nydia, his eyes no longer showing any mockery.

The other party is different from Cyrus and Elwin.

Those two old guys, one is a scoundrel who rose to power through political opportunism and intrigue, and the other is a hypocrite who hides under the guise of "fairness" to pursue personal gain.

Their hostility toward Ron stemmed from jealousy, fear, and the need to protect their own interests.

But Nytil... her hostility was more pure.

She was unwilling to admit that someone was better than her, and unwilling to accept the fact that she had been left behind by the times.

While this hostility is equally unpleasant, it is at least "sincere".

Sincere pride, sincere unwillingness to accept defeat, sincere... refusal to admit defeat.

"Station Chief Nitil"

Ron spoke up: "Since you have given me enough respect, I should respond with the same respect."

After he finished speaking, the immense compressed magic power within his body began to boil.

【Threshold of Darkness】—Full Expansion.

It was a scene that held everyone's breath in their eyes.

The first thing to appear was that door.

The door frame is outlined by solidified starlight, the door is shrouded by chaos, and lightning flashes and leaps on its surface.

Then, the door slowly opened.

A phantom human figure emerged from behind the door.

A veil woven from chaos concealed the facial features behind a hazy mist.

Its body is made of flowing starlight, and every inch of its "skin" reflects the trajectory of the stars.

Within those tracks, countless images can be faintly seen flickering:

Burning stars, collapsing black holes, nebulae in their formative stages, the remnants of death...

The past, present, and future of the universe are all contained within this body.

Above the veiled figure's head was a crown that was faintly visible.

"This is... the complete [Threshold of Darkness]."

Everyone was amazed by the sight before them.

Nitil gritted her teeth, desperately trying to control her ethereal form.

The Queen of Hearts' flames burned even more intensely.

That wasn't a manifestation of fighting spirit; quite the opposite, it was an instinctive defense born of fear.

Like a frightened hedgehog, it desperately raises its quills.

“Station Chief Nitil,” Ron’s voice rang out again, “Make your move.”

Nitil knew she couldn't win.

From the moment the [Threshold of Darkness] was fully unfurled, the outcome of this "sparring match" was already predetermined.

But she didn't want to be like Cyrus, who was defeated in a sorry state without even being able to withstand a single move;

They also did not want to avoid direct confrontation by trying to "measure" like Erwin did.

Even knowing she was doomed to lose, she wanted to lose with dignity.

"Then watch carefully!"

Nitil roared and urged the Void Corpse forward.

The Queen of Hearts raised her scepter, and a torrent of flames surged toward the Threshold of Darkness.

——【Royal Flames】!
This is a deadly move that would make even a great wizard of the same level avoid its attack.

Flames roared out, leaving a scorching trail in the air.

The surrounding starlight was distorted by the high temperature, and even the space itself was trembling.

However, the mysterious gate on the veiled figure's chest opened slightly, swallowing up the raging torrent of flames that could instantly evaporate the ocean.

The audience was deathly silent.

"That door..."

Eileen's voice trembled violently:

What exactly does that door connect to?

Wayne did not answer.

He vaguely guessed what it was, but dared not say it aloud.

Considering Ron the Great Wizard's background, perhaps behind that door lies the deepest part of the Great Abyss.

That is the source of chaos, the convergence of "all possibilities".

On the podium, Nitil felt only exhaustion and powerlessness.

For decades, I have been chasing after it.

To follow in Cassandra's footsteps, to keep pace with the times, and to catch up with those younger and more talented successors.

But now she realizes... some people are born to be looked up to.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you give, you can never reach their level.

Ron Ralph is that kind of person.

The witch sighed softly and withdrew her ethereal form.

"Decades ago..."

Her voice was unusually calm:
"Your ethereal form is still only in its 'prototype', yet it's already beyond my control."

"Now, your ethereal form is fully formed."

"How big is the gap? To be honest, I don't even dare to think about it anymore."

Ron looked at Nydia and slowly spoke:
"Station Chief Nitil"

“You managed the observatory very well during the years I was away.”

This statement stunned Nydia.

"you……"

"I am telling the truth."

"Administrative management, resource allocation, personnel scheduling, coordination with the academic alliance... all of these owe a debt to you."

"You deserve much credit for the fact that the observatory has been able to continue operating after Professor Utter's passing."

Nitil opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say anything.

She had originally thought that Ron would take this opportunity to humiliate her severely.

Just like he did to Cyrus and Alvin, he's at least given them a way out now.

"The conflict between us..."

Ron continued:

"It has never been a personal grudge, but simply a difference in perspective and pursuit."

Nitil understood what the other person meant.

"I really lost today."

Her voice was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Ron Ralph, congratulations."

Thus, all three "friendly exchanges" came to an end, and the wizards present all saw a clear fact.

The difference between Ron and this ordinary great wizard is not even in the same league.

Cyrus's Tower of Fragments collapsed by one-fifth due to the passive counterattack of the Threshold of Darkness.

Erwin's Scales of Reason nearly destroyed themselves when they attempted to "measure" the Threshold of Darkness.

Nitil's [Queen of Hearts] most powerful attack was easily "swallowed".

Just then, a sarcastic chuckle came from somewhere.

The laughter carried a gloating pleasure.

Those in the know present all knew who it was—Hector, the king of absurdity, was probably hiding in some corner of the kitchen, enjoying desserts while watching the spectacle.

Eve stood on the stage, watching all of this, and a smile finally bloomed on her lips.

"Thank you for your guidance, seniors."

The black-haired princess turned to the crowd, her voice clear and bright:
“I believe my husband must have benefited greatly from this.”

"Next..."

Eve deliberately drew out her tone:

"We move on to the second item on today's agenda—the wedding."

As soon as he finished speaking, four distinct auras descended upon the throne.

Saint Pandora, the Queen of Illusions, was the first to appear.

"Little Eve."

Pandora's voice carried the doting affection of an elder:
Congratulations, you've finally achieved your goal!

A large bouquet of flowers appeared out of nowhere in front of Eve.

The flowers were incredibly beautiful—some were varieties never seen in the main world, and some could not even exist in reality.

Around the bouquet, countless tiny figures were fluttering about.

Those were mythical fairies, dancing around the bouquet, scattering phosphorescent powder, and leaving dreamlike trails in the air.

"This is the 'Dream Bouquet'."

Pandora introduced her gifts:
“Each flower represents a ‘wonderful possibility’.”

May your marriage be as vibrant, beautiful, and full of endless possibilities as these flowers.

Eve accepted the bouquet, her eyes filled with surprise and gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty Saint Pandora."

Hephaestus, the perfect king, did not fully reveal his form.

"Ron Ralph."

"Congratulations on achieving a 'perfect' promotion and successfully tying the knot with your 'compatible' partner."

"As a congratulatory gift..."

An object flew off His throne and landed steadily in Ron's hand.

It was a Rubik's Cube, each face made of a different material—metal, crystal, gemstone, wood, bone, and some things that were completely unrecognizable.

Each small square is covered with runes, arranged in a way that is so complex it makes your scalp crawl.

"This is a little gadget I made on a whim."

Hephaestus's voice carried a hint of...mischief?
"According to my calculations, there are 10 to the power of 247 possible solutions."

"With your intelligence, probably..."

He thought for a moment:
"The answer should be able to be found in five thousand years."

"Of course, if you have children in the future, you can also use it to exercise their intelligence."

"after all……"

The King of Perfection joked, "If you can't solve it yourself, you might as well train the next generation from a young age."

Everyone present was stunned by these words.

The Perfect King—one of the oldest witch kings known for his "coldness," "precision," and "unapproachability"—is actually joking?

The expressions of the great wizards who had heard of Hephaestus were quite interesting at this moment.

Some even suspected that this "Perfect King" was Hector in disguise. Ron, however, readily accepted it: "Thank you, Your Majesty Saint Hephaestus."

He looked at the Rubik's Cube in his hand, which was so complex it was almost suicidal, and his lips twitched slightly.

Five thousand years... Is this witch king serious?

Saint Salcardo, the king of records, was "dragged" out of the picture.

To be precise, it was "dragged" out by the king of absurdity.

The face hidden by the gray robe was filled with reluctance.

"Hector..."

Salcardo's voice was so cold it could freeze a flame:
“I have already blessed Ron, there is no need for me to come out again.”

"No, no!"

The laughter of the king of absurdity came from somewhere:

"How could a wedding be complete without you? Come on, everyone's waiting for you!"

"..."

Salcardo remained silent for a moment, then finally took an item out of his robe sleeve.

It was an ordinary-looking notebook.

"This is an 'endless notebook'."

"No matter how many words you write, the notebook will never be full."

He looked at Ron:
“Utter used something similar to record his research findings.”

"I think... you should need it too."

These words stirred something within Ron.

Professor Yutel... he knew about Salcardo's relationship with Yutel.

This gift was less for him and Eve and more for "Yutel's student".

"Thank you, Your Majesty San Salcardo."

Ron accepted the gift solemnly.

Salcardo nodded, and his avatar quickly dissipated, as if every second he spent with Hector was torture.

"Alright, alright, I won't waste any more time~"

Hector was the last to appear.

He was still wearing that colorful costume, playing with a few playing cards in his hand.

"Is the next step the exchange of vows?"

The clown urged on while playing cards:

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm waiting to see you two kiss!"

"..."

This statement left all the wizards present speechless.

How could the dignified ruling witch king speak so incoherently?
But the atmosphere did become much more relaxed as a result.

The guests began to whisper among themselves, and some even couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ron shook his head helplessly, then turned to Eve.

The black-haired princess's face flushed slightly, but her eyes were full of anticipation.

He took out the engagement ring from his pocket—the token they exchanged when they made their vows.

Now, it will complete its final mission.

“Eve Saint-Mange”.

Ron's voice was steady and sincere, just like him—unassuming, yet impossible to ignore.
"I use this ring to make a vow to you."

"No matter how many storms the future may bring, I will face them side by side with you."

No matter how treacherous the road may be, I will hold your hand and walk with you.

"No matter how long the years may be, my heart... will always belong only to you."

He gently took Eve's hand and slowly slipped the ring onto her ring finger.

At that moment, even the starry sky seemed to dim, and all the light seemed to converge on that small ring.

Eve looked at the shimmering ring on her ring finger, tears welling up in her eyes.

From their first encounter in the Crystal Spire classroom when she was fourteen, to their happy ending today, she has waited far too long.

Those lonely nights, those silently shed tears, those countless moments when you wanted to give up but gritted your teeth and persevered...

At this moment, all of that has become the weight of this ring.

She also took out a ring from her bosom.

"Ron Ralph."

Eve's voice trembled slightly, but remained clear:
"From the moment I fell in love with you to our marriage today, I have waited for you for fifty years."

"From student to fiancée, from girl to woman, from apprentice to... me today."

Her tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks:

"You are my only light."

"It was my only guide when I was walking in the dark."

"so……"

She slipped the ring onto her husband's ring finger with the gentleness of caressing the most precious treasure.
"From today onwards, I will never let go of your hand again."

"Regardless of life or death, honor or disgrace, no matter how time passes..."

My heart will always be with you.

As the vow was made, the entire starry sky seemed to boil with excitement.

"Okay, okay, let's kiss~"

Hector clapped impatiently, his smile growing even brighter beneath the clown's paint.

Ron smiled helplessly and reached out to gently wipe away Eve's tears.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the four witch kings and countless guests, he lowered his head and gently kissed his wife's lips.

Countless fireworks burst forth, nebulae began to dance wildly, and the power of the four witch kings simultaneously released their blessings.

In the audience, all the guests stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

Mrs. Allen leaned on her cane, her cloudy old eyes filled with relief;
Dyer and Alan were in tears, yet they laughed like children.
Lilia and her students gazed into the distance, their eyes filled with blessings.

Even the wizards who had previously had a grudge against Ron had to admit that this was a wedding worthy of being recorded in history.

………………

As the banquet drew to a close, the guests gathered in small groups.

They were either commenting on the brilliance of the "collision of the void" they had just witnessed, or whispering about the changes in the academic alliance that would follow today.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, no one noticed that the man on the main stage had stood up.

Until he spoke.

"Everyone."

When those two words fell from his lips, the entire starry sea fell silent.

Thank you all for coming today.

Ron looked around:

"On this joyous day, I would like to take this opportunity to announce something."

The guests held their breath, waiting for what was to come.

Some people have already vaguely guessed what's going on.

"Based on the authorization of the academic alliance..."

"I will officially assume the position of Governor of the 'Chaotic Blood World'."

After a brief silence, a flood of discussion erupted.

"A world of chaotic blood? That's the other world ruled by the Blood King?"

"I've heard that place is full of chaos and danger, and even ordinary wizards dare not venture there lightly..."

"But if he were to develop it..."

"With a great wizard of kingly potential personally overseeing things, the development potential of that world is simply limitless!"

"Old Wayne, what do you think?"

Elliott leaned closer and asked.

"I'm thinking……"

Wayne pondered for a moment: "Just how many backup plans has he prepared?"

"Given his style of doing things, he would never fight a battle unprepared."

"The fact that he can make this public announcement on this occasion shows that he is confident enough."

"As for what that certainty is..."

The old wizard shook his head:
"Only he himself probably knows the truth."

On the main stage, Ron's voice continued to ring out.

"I need help."

"We need wizards who are willing to explore new frontiers."

"We need people who are capable of establishing themselves in another world."

"If any of you are interested in this..."

He smiled slightly: "You're welcome to come and talk to me."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

For young wizards who struggle to make a name for themselves in the main world, this is nothing short of a godsend.

"Although the chaotic world is dangerous, the opportunities are equally enormous."

Ron's voice continued to echo:
"There, you can obtain resources and room for growth that are unimaginable in the main world."

"In return... all you need is loyalty and hard work."

"That's all."

As the last four words were spoken, the entire audience fell silent.

Loyalty and hard work.

It sounds simple, but in the wizarding world, these four words carry more weight than any contract.

Loyalty means binding one's fate to the power, not betraying it at critical moments, and placing the interests of the "collective" above personal interests.

But how is "effort" defined by the other party's standards?
"I'm a little tempted..."

In the corner, a young wizard dressed in a dark green robe looked somewhat excited.

"Do you have any idea?"

His companion asked.

"I'm wondering if this is the opportunity I've been waiting for."

The young wizard hesitated:

"In the main world, it's too difficult for wizards like us without any background to get ahead."

“Those old clans monopolize most of the resources, and the top echelons of the academic alliance are almost entirely composed of their people…”

"No matter how hard we try, we can only struggle at the middle level at best."

"But what if it's another world..."

His voice became incredibly seductive:
"A virgin land that has not yet been fully developed."

“A great shaman with the potential to become a king personally oversees the matter.”

"If only we could secure a place under his command..."

"What about ten, twenty, or fifty years from now?"

"When he truly becomes the Witch King, where will we, his earliest followers, stand?"

These words resonated with many people.

Not all of the guests present represented top-tier powers.

Many of them were young wizards who received invitations based on their own talents, or representatives of certain small and medium-sized forces.

For them, Ron's words were like a guiding light.

The main world's cake has long been divided up.

Trying to get a share of the pie in the existing structure is no less difficult than snatching food from a tiger's mouth.

But colonization in another world is different—it's a completely new stage.

There, anything is possible.

Are you really planning to go?

His companion asked with some concern:
"The world of chaotic blood is not a good place."

"I've heard that the vampires there are bloodthirsty and often attack outsiders..."

"It is precisely because of the danger that there is opportunity."

The young wizard stood up and straightened his robes:
Have you forgotten an old saying?

“The great treasure is only found in the Dragon Cave.”

"If you don't even have the courage to take risks, you'll only live a mediocre life."

He strode towards the main stage.

Similar scenes were playing out in various corners of the banquet.

Some hesitated, some watched and waited, while others, like that young wizard, made a resolute choice.

Ron stood on the main stage, taking in the entire scene.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The first batch of "seeds" has begun to sprout. (End of Chapter)